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| i watch as sky adorns herself in colours wild,
storm is growling, passion-deep with thunder, his approach knocks naked distance flat and horizons fall apart in haste to clear his path. sudden silence aches ... as senses gather blood for fire, i wait for him to drag sky down from her springtime reverie to wild-earth embrace while i dream deep in untouched desire to be taken thus by storm for my silence aches � |